Bennie in White House
helping the rich get richer
while poor quickly rot
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
What if I were to say that beauty in itself does not exist,
how can such diversity be fixed as one representation ?
The flower raises a different image to each eye that beholds it,
The moon a different face to whom it beams down on,
a pretty girls smile has greater value perhaps to its recipient,
a lowly ant at its work, one person's fascination, another's recoil,
We shun the view of our face in the mirror, whilst others smile at its radiance,
The newly born child, more beautiful to its mother than all the wonders of the world, whilst others may only view a wrinkled, writhing, screaming devil,
So the paradigm is such that we cast not judgement on anyone or anything without first considering the perspective of such questioning.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
It's a small bed we share
barely enough for the two
but big enough for the pair
to see the years sail through.
The wood now creaks with age
shrunk thin the old mattress
weighed down with passing days
buoyed up with embrace.
The pillows are thick with stains
of tears that flowed all the while
from rivers of joys shared pains
upon travel of the long trying miles.
Loyally it carries us along
our bed of priceless worth
could mere wood be that strong
if not bonded with warmth!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
*~~~
When the wooden door leads a little,
To a force is put
In the erst of the body fleece wells,
Sweet sweating as the dew is deposited
The clamor of the known birds,
Uttering,
Be filled,
North wind changes direction,
Comes through my southern window
When harmonic air,
Passed over the yellow paddy fields,
Farmers perches hope's aroma
Into the hearts
At the mid of the noon,
Cowboys keep exhaustion on flute
Swelling of the new message,
Leaves
Flowers
Fruits
After a Long waiting,
Pied crested Cuckoo singing
Mating songs
The peacock repeatedly whispering peahen
My beloved,
Your one "April" desires
bought us,
Cuddly child as the light purple rose
And they say you
Sing your song of arrival
O' April O' come!
Once Again!
Show Your Cyclone form
Engross your soul
Bring the rain,
Chill the Nature
Add to birth New Child for the unscathed time
~~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen*
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
When it is dark enough to hold the stars in your hands
And caress the mighty heaven's vast expanse with fingertips,
Look up. That sky is efflorescent. O! All those stars
In phosphorescent twinkle, the clouds so effervescent,
Together boil an exhilarating brew.
My lover's gaze is contagious, you see.
May it intoxicate you to see design.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
~~
*When I saw grandma was spinning yarn at moon
Mother's lullaby was just a fairytale
The measure would not have to weigh the legs
Flew colorful kites in the sky
Had a chat with friends at idle hours
The dreams came but never went with wind
We, all friends were wandering in a fairyland
The words of the poem as the rain came
She loved to hear the poems
When romance flowed with blood
Air, flowers said Spring
When in a lazy Summer afternoon
She stood at my door
Sitting beside me
Sang a song of future
Lost ourselves
When time moved in the forth dimension
You and me
Sometimes Sunshine,
Sometimes Rain
Horizon spoke with Rainbows
Then dreams played with my blue Sky
And I was bright as the Evening Star
~~
@ Musfiq us shaleheen*
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
*In spring when everything alive
and nature call to me of peace.
Nature call to me in every
breeze and silence.
God speaks
in nature.*
Тадеус
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
*In sweet spring when flowers grow
and trees bedecked in living green
shall cast shade upon moss and fern.
Cedar, pine, beech, ash, and oak
amidst firs and evergreen,
dazzle with drop of morning dew
and laced in spider silk.
In spring forest come alive once more
as does all living things around
with fragrant air to breathe.*
Тадеус
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC